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Ok. Bleh. Finally unfrozen. XD
So, it's a high school setting. And Matthew feels very insecure about his looks, personality, ect. Like a normal teen, only to the extreme. And he very much envies Arthur, who, while being a little crazy, is living somewhat of a perfect life. So he decides to emulate the Brit, hoping a personality change would help with his insecurities.
However, one day, he catches Arthur throwing up in the bathroom, and assumes bulimia (there should be other signs Arthur is bulemic, such as eating like a crazy person (binge eating?), and recently becoming even slimmer than usual).
But. Artie is not bulimic. Just hungover. And his weight loss is explained by his entrance into the football team. So when Matthew 'imitates' him, the Canadian develops the disease for himself.
I want a someone (Russia, Prussia, America, Italy???) to find him out. And....?
Bonus: Arthur is a mean-girls-esque drama queen. Or is in bitch imperial mode. And is dating an equally self absorbed France.
Bonus 2: Matthew's 'savior' makes Arthur feel awful about the thing he inspired.
Ending? Completely open. Prussia can save his Canadian dandelion, America can attempt to comfort Matt and have mixed results, they can all fail and Canada kills himself... The only thing I ask is Matt not to be paired with Francis, kthanx. CX
Wow. Long...
So, it's a high school setting. And Matthew feels very insecure about his looks, personality, ect. Like a normal teen, only to the extreme. And he very much envies Arthur, who, while being a little crazy, is living somewhat of a perfect life. So he decides to emulate the Brit, hoping a personality change would help with his insecurities.
However, one day, he catches Arthur throwing up in the bathroom, and assumes bulimia (there should be other signs Arthur is bulemic, such as eating like a crazy person (binge eating?), and recently becoming even slimmer than usual).
But. Artie is not bulimic. Just hungover. And his weight loss is explained by his entrance into the football team. So when Matthew 'imitates' him, the Canadian develops the disease for himself.
I want a someone (Russia, Prussia, America, Italy???) to find him out. And....?
Bonus: Arthur is a mean-girls-esque drama queen. Or is in bitch imperial mode. And is dating an equally self absorbed France.
Bonus 2: Matthew's 'savior' makes Arthur feel awful about the thing he inspired.
Ending? Completely open. Prussia can save his Canadian dandelion, America can attempt to comfort Matt and have mixed results, they can all fail and Canada kills himself... The only thing I ask is Matt not to be paired with Francis, kthanx. CX
Wow. Long...
So, Canada invited America over to watch a hockey game, which lead to them being in this position:
http://img189.imageshack.us/img189/8425/1282470085626.png
And Canada starts hitting America, who enjoys it.
Bonus:
It leads for sex.
Canada TOPS.
http://img189.imageshack.us/img189/8425/1282470085626.png
And Canada starts hitting America, who enjoys it.
Bonus:
It leads for sex.
Canada TOPS.
"Anything that can go wrong will go wrong".
Romano always knew his brother would be the death of him, he just didn’t think he’d be doomed to be reborn as his brother’s son!
Since the reunification of Italy, Romano has noticed himself fading ever so slightly with each passing year. After so many years of not being recognized as the part of Italy he is, he finally reaches the point that his will to live has died and all he wants is oblivion – causing him to fade away completely in the middle of a World Conference (much to everyone’s shock).
But even though his brother remains, Veneziano is unable to attune with the south. With his country in chaos, the need for Romano to be reborn grows so great that fate intervenes! After all, karma wants its favorite whipping boy back:)
1. N. Italy/Germany as his parents
2. Nations cooing over the ‘cute baby’
3. Growing pains and temper tantrums
4. France and Prussia calling Spain a pedophile
Romano always knew his brother would be the death of him, he just didn’t think he’d be doomed to be reborn as his brother’s son!
Since the reunification of Italy, Romano has noticed himself fading ever so slightly with each passing year. After so many years of not being recognized as the part of Italy he is, he finally reaches the point that his will to live has died and all he wants is oblivion – causing him to fade away completely in the middle of a World Conference (much to everyone’s shock).
But even though his brother remains, Veneziano is unable to attune with the south. With his country in chaos, the need for Romano to be reborn grows so great that fate intervenes! After all, karma wants its favorite whipping boy back:)
1. N. Italy/Germany as his parents
2. Nations cooing over the ‘cute baby’
3. Growing pains and temper tantrums
4. France and Prussia calling Spain a pedophile
Italy and Romano.
Romano and Italy.
God damn it, when was the world ever going to acknowledge the fact that he wasn't just Romano, he was Italy too!?
Biting the inside of his cheek to keep from speaking out and upsetting the already angry hornet's nest that was the current world confrence, Lovino slouched miserably in his seat and tried his best to tune out his stupid little brother's idiotic rambling. It was a daunting task, however, as a headache was already beginning to throb in his temples and his fingers were twitching with the need to strangle somthing - preferably Feliciano.
'Non uccidere... no uccidere...'
Eyes closed, Lovino silently chanted the Ten Commandments and prayed for deliverance he was certain would never come.
No... he wasn't good enough to be saved.
With a huff, his mind driffed off to more pressing matters. Ever since the unification of the north and the south, the elder of the two Italian brothers had noticed himself beginning fade. It didn't happen often, perhaps once or twice a year, but it was happening nontheless. For the rest of the world, it was completely unnoticeable (even to Spain, the one who seemed to care about him the most). Little things had begun to disappear - little things that only he would know had been there to begin with.
Back then he had been terrified of what had been happening to him. He wanted to fade just as much as any nation wanted to fade, and with the fierce tenacity that he was so well-known for, Lovino had fought back with ever ounce of strength he had.
Nowadays though, he was beginning to wonder if he wouldn't be better off just letting oblivion take him away.
Maybe that wasn't such a bad idea after all.
Maybe...
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* Please have mercy on my soul - this is my first time:)
Romano and Italy.
God damn it, when was the world ever going to acknowledge the fact that he wasn't just Romano, he was Italy too!?
Biting the inside of his cheek to keep from speaking out and upsetting the already angry hornet's nest that was the current world confrence, Lovino slouched miserably in his seat and tried his best to tune out his stupid little brother's idiotic rambling. It was a daunting task, however, as a headache was already beginning to throb in his temples and his fingers were twitching with the need to strangle somthing - preferably Feliciano.
'Non uccidere... no uccidere...'
Eyes closed, Lovino silently chanted the Ten Commandments and prayed for deliverance he was certain would never come.
No... he wasn't good enough to be saved.
With a huff, his mind driffed off to more pressing matters. Ever since the unification of the north and the south, the elder of the two Italian brothers had noticed himself beginning fade. It didn't happen often, perhaps once or twice a year, but it was happening nontheless. For the rest of the world, it was completely unnoticeable (even to Spain, the one who seemed to care about him the most). Little things had begun to disappear - little things that only he would know had been there to begin with.
Back then he had been terrified of what had been happening to him. He wanted to fade just as much as any nation wanted to fade, and with the fierce tenacity that he was so well-known for, Lovino had fought back with ever ounce of strength he had.
Nowadays though, he was beginning to wonder if he wouldn't be better off just letting oblivion take him away.
Maybe that wasn't such a bad idea after all.
Maybe...
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* Please have mercy on my soul - this is my first time:)
So the Bad Touch Trio are the most badass group of friends on the entire campus (That's not meant to be sarcastic. I want them fawned over, dammit). Everyone /should/ recognize their awesome.
But that snarky Brit of a school president, who constantly bogs them down with detention (not to mention insults), sure doesn't.
And niether does that angry Italian kid, who keeps getting them in trouble with the Principle.
And /oh/ that Canadian...he doesn't even pay attention to them at all! (role reversal much?)
So Francis, Antonio, and Gilbert do what they do best; divide and conquer. And to make it interesting, they make a bet on who can get in their 'beloved's' pants fastest.
Of course, it's not as easy as it seems. For any of them.
Bonus: Arthur is NOT Mr. SUPER UKE :D. K? And he snorts when he laughs.
Bonus 2: Francis does NOT win the bet.
Bonus 3: Ludwig and Roderich openly laugh at the bad friends' trio's fail.
Happy ending after initial bitch fits, please. <33
But that snarky Brit of a school president, who constantly bogs them down with detention (not to mention insults), sure doesn't.
And niether does that angry Italian kid, who keeps getting them in trouble with the Principle.
And /oh/ that Canadian...he doesn't even pay attention to them at all! (role reversal much?)
So Francis, Antonio, and Gilbert do what they do best; divide and conquer. And to make it interesting, they make a bet on who can get in their 'beloved's' pants fastest.
Of course, it's not as easy as it seems. For any of them.
Bonus: Arthur is NOT Mr. SUPER UKE :D. K? And he snorts when he laughs.
Bonus 2: Francis does NOT win the bet.
Bonus 3: Ludwig and Roderich openly laugh at the bad friends' trio's fail.
Happy ending after initial bitch fits, please. <33
Love! This prompt is filling my head with so many plot bunnies *swats away* if I wasn't so busy, I'd totally fill! As it is, seconded.
And now... for a little more sensitive fill.
I think it's global headcanon that England drinks like a fecking boat. But other than a few dirty things don't in the night (ohonhon) - you never quite see the actual bad effects of this. After all, they are nations.
So imagine what a surprise England would have if the doctors tell him that he has cancer (any sort, go inventive). Frustrated? Upset? ...Terrified?
I'd really like to see England's reaction, the other nation's reactions, and see what it's like for him when he's going through treatment... basically, I want it to completely break my heart. Whether he lives or dies from it is up to the anon. Same for side pairings, I'm a fan of Anyone/UK.
Thank you very much for reading this, and please do consider it...!
I think it's global headcanon that England drinks like a fecking boat. But other than a few dirty things don't in the night (ohonhon) - you never quite see the actual bad effects of this. After all, they are nations.
So imagine what a surprise England would have if the doctors tell him that he has cancer (any sort, go inventive). Frustrated? Upset? ...Terrified?
I'd really like to see England's reaction, the other nation's reactions, and see what it's like for him when he's going through treatment... basically, I want it to completely break my heart. Whether he lives or dies from it is up to the anon. Same for side pairings, I'm a fan of Anyone/UK.
Thank you very much for reading this, and please do consider it...!
http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/17465.html?thread=62260793#t62260793
Not author!anon.
Not author!anon.
I'd like to read something about Flying Mint Bunny and Herr Schtick, kink being Busby's Chair. 8D
England/Scotland England's Older and Takes In An Abused Scotland
(Anonymous) 2010-09-19 10:05 am (UTC)(link)Dál Riata was a tiny nation that, in trying to prove that he didn't need his brother, Ireland, to protect him, travelled to Briton to try and become a bigger nation there only to disappear during a battle with Northumbria.
A couple of centuries later and England is travelling north to deal with Northumbria once and for all only to discover that some kid has beaten him to the kill. Recongnizing the signs of a nation and seeing advantages on how to take the whole of the north of the isle, England takes the boy in, promising to protect him and names him Scotland.
He didn't plan on falling for the skittish child or Ireland's attempt to reclaim him.
What you wish to imply Scotland has been through is up to anon but, as Dál Riata, he was repeatedly raided by, amongst others, Pictland, Northumbria and Vikings so he will be scared of what most older nations want from him.
Bonus 1: Teaching English.
Bonus 2: Scotland gives England his favourite unicorn as a sign of trust.
A couple of centuries later and England is travelling north to deal with Northumbria once and for all only to discover that some kid has beaten him to the kill. Recongnizing the signs of a nation and seeing advantages on how to take the whole of the north of the isle, England takes the boy in, promising to protect him and names him Scotland.
He didn't plan on falling for the skittish child or Ireland's attempt to reclaim him.
What you wish to imply Scotland has been through is up to anon but, as Dál Riata, he was repeatedly raided by, amongst others, Pictland, Northumbria and Vikings so he will be scared of what most older nations want from him.
Bonus 1: Teaching English.
Bonus 2: Scotland gives England his favourite unicorn as a sign of trust.
Re: England/Scotland England's Older and Takes In An Abused Scotland
(Anonymous) 2010-09-24 10:47 am (UTC)(link)oh, that's adorable. seconded!
[France/Germany] Reveal of France's Opposition to German Unitfication
(Anonymous) 2010-09-19 11:10 am (UTC)(link)Probably won't get written, but I can't help but want to try my luck.
Information regarding the issue here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/German_Reunification#British_and_French_opposition
It is revealed after twenty years of united Germany that back that both UK and France oppose the reunification. So, eh, in Hetalia terms, how about a fight between Ludwig and Francis because of this, and the make up afterwards? I want hurt!Ludwig and comforting!Francis.
Information regarding the issue here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/German_Reunification#British_and_French_opposition
It is revealed after twenty years of united Germany that back that both UK and France oppose the reunification. So, eh, in Hetalia terms, how about a fight between Ludwig and Francis because of this, and the make up afterwards? I want hurt!Ludwig and comforting!Francis.
Re: [France/Germany] Reveal of France's Opposition to German Unitfication
(Anonymous) 2010-09-26 08:59 pm (UTC)(link)Wow, this could be so interesting! Seconded very very hard
An accident with Britannia Angel's wand transforms France, Spain and Prussia into children. Germany (coming for Prussia) and Romano (coming for Spain) want England to fix the mess his magic made, but the best he can do is tell them that they'll have to wait until it wears off.
So I want Germany to take care of child!Prussia, Romano to take care of child!Spain, and England to take care of child!France. Make it sweet and lulz-worthy! I don't mind if there's shota, but it's not a requirement and I rather if there wasn't.
Bonus:
1. England didn't want to take care of child!France and was originally going to force him onto someone else, but child!France throws a tantrum and cries the moment someone other than England tries to pick him up.
2. When the spell wares off the three of them, I want England, Romano and Germany to be doing something to their respective wards that embarasses them to do to an adult.
So I want Germany to take care of child!Prussia, Romano to take care of child!Spain, and England to take care of child!France. Make it sweet and lulz-worthy! I don't mind if there's shota, but it's not a requirement and I rather if there wasn't.
Bonus:
1. England didn't want to take care of child!France and was originally going to force him onto someone else, but child!France throws a tantrum and cries the moment someone other than England tries to pick him up.
2. When the spell wares off the three of them, I want England, Romano and Germany to be doing something to their respective wards that embarasses them to do to an adult.
Aww, this sounds so sweet, especially bonus 1. Seconded!
The Spanish Empire puts his Flemish Netherlands in a maid dress, like all proper henchmen should beXD
You mean the northern netherlands right? because the flemish netherlands would be Belgium...
Not body-swapping, precisely, just the personalities switch. I don't know if this can really be pulled off, but we'll see. OP sees this personality-switching virus as an STD spread by France XD, so basically only lovers are affected. More than one coupling dealing with this issue is fine. I'd like to see the rest of the unswitched!world's reactions to this couple.
Anon's choice whether this can be cured, or not.
A/B can be: Germany/N.Ita, Spain/S.Ita, France/Canada, SuFin, USUK, Prussia/Poland (this one's just for the lulz, I admit)
Bonus 1: At first this affects one couple...then another...then another...
Bonus 2: Smut in personalityswitched!bodies
Bonus 3: Couple tries to keep it a secret and act like each other. Doesn't work so well.
Anon's choice whether this can be cured, or not.
A/B can be: Germany/N.Ita, Spain/S.Ita, France/Canada, SuFin, USUK, Prussia/Poland (this one's just for the lulz, I admit)
Bonus 1: At first this affects one couple...then another...then another...
Bonus 2: Smut in personalityswitched!bodies
Bonus 3: Couple tries to keep it a secret and act like each other. Doesn't work so well.
Oh please someone fill this. XD I'm already laughing from trying to see Canada act like France, Finland act like Sweden, and Prussia acting like Poland! Oh my gosh. XD Ok, I'm gonna go to laugh some more now. XD
Whether due to:
A magic accident
One nation being a dead one
A curse
Tony
or something even stranger than these, two of the nations wind up merged together and have to fight for control over the dominant/shared body. This makes even simple things very difficult, and when it comes to sex and masturbation? It gets worse.
I'd prefer crack, but if you can spin something more serious out of it, that too is good!
A magic accident
One nation being a dead one
A curse
Tony
or something even stranger than these, two of the nations wind up merged together and have to fight for control over the dominant/shared body. This makes even simple things very difficult, and when it comes to sex and masturbation? It gets worse.
I'd prefer crack, but if you can spin something more serious out of it, that too is good!
Happy German Unity Day, ;)
Eins
His heart was in a permanent state of aching after February 25, 1947. It sounded cheesy and silly and like something right out of the most ridiculous over-the-top drama – not that Ludwig knew much about cheesy dramas. But it really wasn’t that.
It was physical, in the purest sense. He could feel his heart throbbing, slightly painful, against his chest. Maybe like he’s having a heart problem – except he had never had a heart problem so he wouldn’t know. It’s just there, constant, almost as constant and as rhythmic as his steady heart beat.
One – Two – Three – hitch – One – Two – Three – hitch – One – Two – Three –
He learnt to live with it and never bothered to mention it to anyone. It was not like it affected his life, or anyone else’s. No, he was still perfectly normal and could carry out all his duty competently; the only problem was mere inconvenience and discomfort of having to feel the ache constantly. However, he felt that he had started to master the art of ignoring it. He believed this shouldn’t worry anyone.
He suspected that this health problem had something to do with Prussia disappearing – no, that was wrong; he knew that this problem was caused by Prussia disappearing. The proof was the heart-wrenching pain he experienced that day which made him double over in his house, and then this constant ache thereafter.
He knew then that his brother was not coming back. He spent weeks in his room afterwards, refused to be coerced or lured out of his confinement, only working in his house and didn’t speak a word to anyone. A vicious resentment he knew he shouldn’t feel – didn’t have the right to feel because oh God it was they (he) who were the sinners – surged through him hotly.
Prussia didn’t deserve to die, let alone die like this. He did nothing the other nations wouldn’t do before. Massacre and ethnic cleansing and all-out slaughtering were not Prussia’s sins. They were Germany’s sins and not to mention the war was waged in Germany’s name! If they wanted vengeance they should have punished Ludwig instead but why – why did they kill Prussia!?
The Kingdom of Prussia, the Free States of Prussia, Prussia – the land was torn to shreds already after the war and they didn’t feel satisfied enough, they believed they need to officially execute him, to exterminate him, to leave no traces of him behind. It wasn’t fair, it was so very unfair! Why didn’t they kill Ludwig instead?
During those few weeks Ludwig had thought he would snap someday and scream aloud. He almost did one day, if not for America’s hand suddenly on his shoulder, jolting him out of his despairing haze. Blue eyes bored into similarly blue ones, and Ludwig thought he could almost, almost see the sympathy in those depths. Germany closed his eyes and refused to look.
It was after February 25, 1947 that Germany had to live in a state of constant heartache. But all in all, Ludwig had learnt to ignore it.
A lion king type storyline with the Hetalia cast. Inspired by this comic:
http://aarinfantasy.com/forum/gallery/data/890/1283826432287.jpg
Bonus: If you add any of the songs
That is all.
http://aarinfantasy.com/forum/gallery/data/890/1283826432287.jpg
Bonus: If you add any of the songs
That is all.
Hehe, hilarious! Love that comic. I don't know if I'll have time since I'm working on another fill right now, but I'd like to give this one a shot if I could(I might even do the whole movie, I love TLK so much).
I do have a question, though...Would OP object to Nekotalia-fication? XDDD
I do have a question, though...Would OP object to Nekotalia-fication? XDDD
Scotland and France have been in a relationship since forever and whenever they're round Scotland's house they enjoy teasing Scotland's younger foster brother England.
Then they go off to University for three years and when they come back they find England's grown up very nicely.
Threesome ensues.
Bonus1: England bottoms.
Bonus2(for when England's all grown up): By day gentleman!England, by night punk!England
I have no preference as to human or country names and while I was thinking of this as an AU I actually think it could work quite well with them as nations so I'll leave that up to any potential authors.
Then they go off to University for three years and when they come back they find England's grown up very nicely.
Threesome ensues.
Bonus1: England bottoms.
Bonus2(for when England's all grown up): By day gentleman!England, by night punk!England
I have no preference as to human or country names and while I was thinking of this as an AU I actually think it could work quite well with them as nations so I'll leave that up to any potential authors.
I am posting this in the hopes that it'll motivate me to write faster than a snail's pace. We shall see how it goes.
~~~
The first time Francis met Arthur, Francis was fourteen and Arthur was nine. Francis had knocked on the front door of his friend James' house and it had been opened by a scrappy, scowling little boy with messy hair and messier eyebrows. Francis had taken it in his stride – he'd been expecting the new arrival – and explained that James was waiting for him and asked if he could come in.
Arthur had given him a long, evaluating look, head to toe. Then he'd said 'fuck off' and slammed the door in Francis' face.
It was this first meeting that Francis thought back to immediately upon hearing that James had been summoned back home last minute for some babysitting. James then ensured that Francis would be coming with him before he leapt headfirst into ranting and raving.
“They couldn't ask Sean, could they? Oh, no!” James stirred the soup with a vengeance. “Sean's on another island; it would be far too hard for him to get on a plane and fly home. But me? No, no, it's fine to make me take the ten hour coach journey--”
“We're not going by coach,”said Francis as he gently took the soup from James' care, before all their lunch ended up being cooked onto the hob.
“But it's cheap!”
Francis closed his eyes and breathed through the involuntary shudder those words now provoked from him. “No.”
“Fine.” James huffed and then continued where he'd left off. “It's fine to make me get on a plane and fly down, but Sean couldn't possibly!”
“Doesn't Sean have a job?” Francis commented.
“I have a job!”
“Stacking shelves at Tesco's, yes. I'm sure you'll be crying for days if you lose that one.” Francis smiled to himself. A perfect boyfriend probably would not provoke their beloved like this, but James was being so childish as he paced angrily around the kitchen, it was hard to resist.
“That's not the point!”
“Weren't you saying, just last week, that you wanted to go home and see your family?” asked Francis almost innocently, glad that James couldn't see the expression on his face.
“My family, yeah, but this is just Arthur,” James said as he slumped into a chair, “It's Mum and Dad's anniversary so they're going on that two-week trip to Majorca we bought them. David's off backpacking in Argentina, but Arthur's arrangements apparently 'fell through' at the last moment, so I have to go 'keep him company'. How old is he now, anyway?”
Francis did a quick calculation. “He must be seventeen.”
“Seventeen!” cried James with disbelief. “Can't he look after his own bloody self?”
“Perhaps you're there to look after the house more than Arthur.”
James hmphed.
“Anyway,” said Francis as he served up lunch, “I think it'll be nice to go back home for a couple of weeks.”
“Sap.” James took up his spoon.
Francis grinned. “We can see if the springs on your bed are as good as they used to be.”
James snorted into his soup.
~~~
~~~
The first time Francis met Arthur, Francis was fourteen and Arthur was nine. Francis had knocked on the front door of his friend James' house and it had been opened by a scrappy, scowling little boy with messy hair and messier eyebrows. Francis had taken it in his stride – he'd been expecting the new arrival – and explained that James was waiting for him and asked if he could come in.
Arthur had given him a long, evaluating look, head to toe. Then he'd said 'fuck off' and slammed the door in Francis' face.
It was this first meeting that Francis thought back to immediately upon hearing that James had been summoned back home last minute for some babysitting. James then ensured that Francis would be coming with him before he leapt headfirst into ranting and raving.
“They couldn't ask Sean, could they? Oh, no!” James stirred the soup with a vengeance. “Sean's on another island; it would be far too hard for him to get on a plane and fly home. But me? No, no, it's fine to make me take the ten hour coach journey--”
“We're not going by coach,”said Francis as he gently took the soup from James' care, before all their lunch ended up being cooked onto the hob.
“But it's cheap!”
Francis closed his eyes and breathed through the involuntary shudder those words now provoked from him. “No.”
“Fine.” James huffed and then continued where he'd left off. “It's fine to make me get on a plane and fly down, but Sean couldn't possibly!”
“Doesn't Sean have a job?” Francis commented.
“I have a job!”
“Stacking shelves at Tesco's, yes. I'm sure you'll be crying for days if you lose that one.” Francis smiled to himself. A perfect boyfriend probably would not provoke their beloved like this, but James was being so childish as he paced angrily around the kitchen, it was hard to resist.
“That's not the point!”
“Weren't you saying, just last week, that you wanted to go home and see your family?” asked Francis almost innocently, glad that James couldn't see the expression on his face.
“My family, yeah, but this is just Arthur,” James said as he slumped into a chair, “It's Mum and Dad's anniversary so they're going on that two-week trip to Majorca we bought them. David's off backpacking in Argentina, but Arthur's arrangements apparently 'fell through' at the last moment, so I have to go 'keep him company'. How old is he now, anyway?”
Francis did a quick calculation. “He must be seventeen.”
“Seventeen!” cried James with disbelief. “Can't he look after his own bloody self?”
“Perhaps you're there to look after the house more than Arthur.”
James hmphed.
“Anyway,” said Francis as he served up lunch, “I think it'll be nice to go back home for a couple of weeks.”
“Sap.” James took up his spoon.
Francis grinned. “We can see if the springs on your bed are as good as they used to be.”
James snorted into his soup.
~~~
Everybody thinks America and England are together, but they aren’t. Still, when they learn it they decide to amuse themselves with some good old playful innuendo about the nature of the Special Relationship in front of others.
No USUK! Can has other pairings for both, though. Perhaps people very relieved and happy that they aren’t really together when it’s all discovered in the end (OP ships America with everybody except Lithuania, and England with everybody other than Japan). or no pairings at all. But have the boys joke around with the Special Relationship and confusing everyone.
anon would like to clarify that she’s a huge USUK shipper and this in no way is bashing the pairing
No USUK! Can has other pairings for both, though. Perhaps people very relieved and happy that they aren’t really together when it’s all discovered in the end (OP ships America with everybody except Lithuania, and England with everybody other than Japan). or no pairings at all. But have the boys joke around with the Special Relationship and confusing everyone.
anon would like to clarify that she’s a huge USUK shipper and this in no way is bashing the pairing
I have this massive craving for this pairing, I don't even. And there aren't that many fics out there for them WHAT IS THIS.
Anyway, it's pretty much an anything-goes prompt, I'd just love to see some HK/Ice in this meme. (If you know of any good fics, please do link them too? :D) However, if you'd like something more specific, perhaps their first meeting? They're not very much politically related, so I'd think it'd be just the pleasantness of meeting someone new who doesn't actually care about your new policy and shizz, but just you, as a person.
AU is cool too! o/ Smut and fluff are both very very welcome.
Anyway, it's pretty much an anything-goes prompt, I'd just love to see some HK/Ice in this meme. (If you know of any good fics, please do link them too? :D) However, if you'd like something more specific, perhaps their first meeting? They're not very much politically related, so I'd think it'd be just the pleasantness of meeting someone new who doesn't actually care about your new policy and shizz, but just you, as a person.
AU is cool too! o/ Smut and fluff are both very very welcome.
Seconded!!! Pixiv got me hooked on this couple. They are ADORABLE together! >_<;;; I really hope someone fills this and I really hope I get to see some overprotective, intrusive Nordic brothers
The nations participate in a snowman-building contest. Winner gets something incredibly valuable, which leads to sabotage, shock, scuffles, and separate silliness surmised by the scribe.
Bonus: The winner is a nation not particularly known for its snowfall, i.e. Egypt or Cuba.
Bonus 2: The winner is victorious because everyone else was so caught up in undermining each other.
Bonus: The winner is a nation not particularly known for its snowfall, i.e. Egypt or Cuba.
Bonus 2: The winner is victorious because everyone else was so caught up in undermining each other.
Canada/various nations, argument over BDSM spawns a contest
(Anonymous) 2010-09-19 04:08 pm (UTC)(link)A heated argument between the countries over who created BDSM spawns a contest: prove who has the best BDSM. (countries are up to anon) Each country involved showcases whatever fetish/act they're known for in the BDSM world. Their test subject: Canada (willing only because America threatened to stop playing hockey with him if he didn't do it.) One nation 'demonstrates' while the others watch, critiquing and scoring each others' performances. Humorous but still sexy pls? <3
Bonuses:
Russia is excluded from the contest purely because Canada fears for his life if Russia's involved.
Sealand wanders in on one of said 'demonstrations'.
At the very end, Italy and Greece reveal that they, in fact, invented BDSM. (source: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/BDSM#Origins)
Bonuses:
Russia is excluded from the contest purely because Canada fears for his life if Russia's involved.
Sealand wanders in on one of said 'demonstrations'.
At the very end, Italy and Greece reveal that they, in fact, invented BDSM. (source: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/BDSM#Origins)
...and found next to nothing of use. Dammit, Wikipedia.
For fun (and potential use in filling):
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/KinK - Apparently Canada is very interested in kinky things :3
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nazi_exploitation#History - Meanwhile, Italy is rather fond of Nazi uniforms.
For fun (and potential use in filling):
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/KinK - Apparently Canada is very interested in kinky things :3
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nazi_exploitation#History - Meanwhile, Italy is rather fond of Nazi uniforms.
America has one of them but wants the other...and proposes a threesome.
Problem is, England and Russia aren’t exactly fond of each other, have been in a heavily aggressive rivalry on the side for America himself for the better part of the XX century, and...they used to have very hot hatesex during the XIX century and their Great Game.
America doesn’t know this, but he’s gonna do it soon, when the two enemies agree to the threesome and start getting hot and violent with each other in bed.
Bonus if America is part jealous, part fascinated by it. And of course, even if I want the UK/Russia dynamic + America's reaction, this has to end in threesome sex ;)
tl;dr: England and Russia had rough sex during the Great Game. In the present, America proposes them a threesome.
Problem is, England and Russia aren’t exactly fond of each other, have been in a heavily aggressive rivalry on the side for America himself for the better part of the XX century, and...they used to have very hot hatesex during the XIX century and their Great Game.
America doesn’t know this, but he’s gonna do it soon, when the two enemies agree to the threesome and start getting hot and violent with each other in bed.
Bonus if America is part jealous, part fascinated by it. And of course, even if I want the UK/Russia dynamic + America's reaction, this has to end in threesome sex ;)
tl;dr: England and Russia had rough sex during the Great Game. In the present, America proposes them a threesome.
Seconded so much that I'm practically thirding this too!
Scotland and France are together and happy,but a day France is kidnapping by Turkey because is search a mother for Greece and Egypt.So France is forcing to live in a harem with other concubines(not very happy to live with him) and Scotland looking for France across Europe because he don't know who kidnapping him.
Bonus1: Scotland has several missions before reaching Constinople(what do you want)
Bonus2: France is abusing by all the palace,even Turkey don't care of him,but with time,he form a true familly with Turkey and Baby Greece and baby Egypt.
Bonus3: so he doesn't what to do when Scotland arrived for saving him,because France had lost all hope that Scotland come to save him.
sorry for mistake in english
Bonus1: Scotland has several missions before reaching Constinople(what do you want)
Bonus2: France is abusing by all the palace,even Turkey don't care of him,but with time,he form a true familly with Turkey and Baby Greece and baby Egypt.
Bonus3: so he doesn't what to do when Scotland arrived for saving him,because France had lost all hope that Scotland come to save him.
sorry for mistake in english
Its okay if you don't have excellent English! Being on a mostly English speaking site will help you and this is one of the more original requests out there! hope it gets filled ^^
Iggy turns into a bouncing baby boy, and France, Spain, and Prussia decide to take care of him. Do what you want with this, all I ask is that for once, England is not a grouchy bastard child lmao, but he's a happy, chubby little thing.
ehehe, fail!title :'D in case you don't know what it is, "coochie, coochie coo!" is often said to little kids in an attempt to piss them off get them to laugh but it really only pisses them off and they yank your hair harder than ever afterwards ;A; hope you enjoy, OP~
-x-x-x-
Ahhh, what a beautiful day! The birds were singing, the sun was shining, and the Bad Touch Trio currently lay in a hungover heap on Romano's bed.
Or maybe it was Belgium's. Or Seychelles', or Monaco's, or...you get the picture. The three really didn't know where the fuck they were, all they knew was that the bed was really comfy, and their heads were really killing. Besiiiides, "sharing is caring" and all that jazz, right?
Prussia was the first to wake up, and that was only because he heard the bedroom door slam open. The shrill shriek emitted by none other than England - oh, that was where they were! Prussia felt proud of himself for figuring that out...but...wait...how the fuck did they get in England again? - woke France, and France's elaborate stretching (a motion which here entailed hitting Spain in the nose) woke the third up.
So all three turned to blink sleepily at the furious figure standing in the doorway.
"You - why - what -" England sputtered, pointing one hand at the trio.
"You bastard!" shouted Spain all of a sudden, lifting a hand to point at England and falling off the bed. "You brought reinforcements! This is supposed to be one on one, not five on one! Apparitions, begone!" Cue exorcistic hand motions.
(Of course, by this point, France and Prussia were laughing too hard for England to hear the rest of Spain's words.)
"GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!" England screeched, hurling the book he held at France's head. It hit the blonde in the jaw ("MON VISAGE!" because, you know, he's French and French people don't yell MY FACE in English, now do they?) and England stomped his feet in RAEGGG when none of the too-drunk-to-care trio complied to his wishes.
So there was only one thing left to do!
With a dramatic pirouette and a jump, England's green military uniform - because, you know, he's an insomniac who spends his time embroidering instead of sleeping - transformed into a crisp white toga, and a wand materialized in his hand.
The Bad Touch Trio stared in awe (well, not really. It was more of a YOU'RE HIGH AND WE'RE HUNGOVER expression of appreciation) as England twirled again and pointed the wand at the three rather grandly.
"If you want to act childishly, then children you shall be!" he said (grandly), sweeping his arm (grandly) in a wide arc and smirking (grandly) as sparkles flew out the end of the wand (grandly). The three on the bed passed out at the same exact time, from overexposure to grandness of proportions as epic as those the blonde was portraying.
Of course, this was England, and if you've ever been to England you'll know that nothing goes right there. (No, seriously, the forecast says NO RAIN, YIPPEE! and so you go out in a dress, and the guy's right, it doesn't rain. No, it hails instead, and Mother Nature cackles as you shake ice out of your panties.)
-x-x-x-
The three woke up several hours later, decidedly more sober and curious as to how they ended up on England's bed.
"Maybe he kidnapped us," suggested Spain.
"Hah! Kidnap the awesome me?" crowed Prussia. "We obviously went drinking together, and the loser had to host us for the night!"
"Then shouldn't we be at your place, mon ami?" interjected France. "It is clear that we had an orgy and England woke up first."
"Then why're our clothes on?"
"Foolish Spaniard! You know how prude Arthur is. And how much he likes touching my five meters! I bet he dressed us just so he could -"
"Fascinating, Gilbert. Mais, Antoine is right; darling Arthur has never dressed us before."
"Maybe we're just imagining to be dressed!"
"Maybe we actually got drunk and wound up here..."
"Oui, Ludwig has been most kind, but even he must be annoyed when we waltz into his home at all odd hours, drunk beyond measure -"
"Okay, first, the awesome me doesn't waltz."
-x-x-x-
Ahhh, what a beautiful day! The birds were singing, the sun was shining, and the Bad Touch Trio currently lay in a hungover heap on Romano's bed.
Or maybe it was Belgium's. Or Seychelles', or Monaco's, or...you get the picture. The three really didn't know where the fuck they were, all they knew was that the bed was really comfy, and their heads were really killing. Besiiiides, "sharing is caring" and all that jazz, right?
Prussia was the first to wake up, and that was only because he heard the bedroom door slam open. The shrill shriek emitted by none other than England - oh, that was where they were! Prussia felt proud of himself for figuring that out...but...wait...how the fuck did they get in England again? - woke France, and France's elaborate stretching (a motion which here entailed hitting Spain in the nose) woke the third up.
So all three turned to blink sleepily at the furious figure standing in the doorway.
"You - why - what -" England sputtered, pointing one hand at the trio.
"You bastard!" shouted Spain all of a sudden, lifting a hand to point at England and falling off the bed. "You brought reinforcements! This is supposed to be one on one, not five on one! Apparitions, begone!" Cue exorcistic hand motions.
(Of course, by this point, France and Prussia were laughing too hard for England to hear the rest of Spain's words.)
"GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!" England screeched, hurling the book he held at France's head. It hit the blonde in the jaw ("MON VISAGE!" because, you know, he's French and French people don't yell MY FACE in English, now do they?) and England stomped his feet in RAEGGG when none of the too-drunk-to-care trio complied to his wishes.
So there was only one thing left to do!
With a dramatic pirouette and a jump, England's green military uniform - because, you know, he's an insomniac who spends his time embroidering instead of sleeping - transformed into a crisp white toga, and a wand materialized in his hand.
The Bad Touch Trio stared in awe (well, not really. It was more of a YOU'RE HIGH AND WE'RE HUNGOVER expression of appreciation) as England twirled again and pointed the wand at the three rather grandly.
"If you want to act childishly, then children you shall be!" he said (grandly), sweeping his arm (grandly) in a wide arc and smirking (grandly) as sparkles flew out the end of the wand (grandly). The three on the bed passed out at the same exact time, from overexposure to grandness of proportions as epic as those the blonde was portraying.
Of course, this was England, and if you've ever been to England you'll know that nothing goes right there. (No, seriously, the forecast says NO RAIN, YIPPEE! and so you go out in a dress, and the guy's right, it doesn't rain. No, it hails instead, and Mother Nature cackles as you shake ice out of your panties.)
-x-x-x-
The three woke up several hours later, decidedly more sober and curious as to how they ended up on England's bed.
"Maybe he kidnapped us," suggested Spain.
"Hah! Kidnap the awesome me?" crowed Prussia. "We obviously went drinking together, and the loser had to host us for the night!"
"Then shouldn't we be at your place, mon ami?" interjected France. "It is clear that we had an orgy and England woke up first."
"Then why're our clothes on?"
"Foolish Spaniard! You know how prude Arthur is. And how much he likes touching my five meters! I bet he dressed us just so he could -"
"Fascinating, Gilbert. Mais, Antoine is right; darling Arthur has never dressed us before."
"Maybe we're just imagining to be dressed!"
"Maybe we actually got drunk and wound up here..."
"Oui, Ludwig has been most kind, but even he must be annoyed when we waltz into his home at all odd hours, drunk beyond measure -"
"Okay, first, the awesome me doesn't waltz."
authornon cackles in delight, she's never been quoted before :'D
(Anonymous) - 2010-10-07 14:28 (UTC) - Expandauthornon is running out of witty subject titles, at least you like me witty banter ;D
(Anonymous) - 2010-10-07 21:40 (UTC) - Expandauthonon knows EXACTLY HOW YOU FEEL, I'M DYING OF CRAMPS AND A MIGRAINE ATM D:<
(Anonymous) - 2010-10-08 05:56 (UTC) - ExpandBased on this article: http://kotaku.com/5641872/not-all-tokyo-game-show-cosplayers-are-japanese
Basically, I'd love to see Japan inviting America over to cosplay, and America pulling off an extremely awesome one. Japan and America's relationship can be anything, from friendship to bromance to lovers.
Bonus 1: America uses his technological know-how to pull off something jaw-droppingly impressive.
Bonus 2: If they're friends only, mentions of their respective significant others
Bonus 3: If they're lovers, PDA for yaoi fangirls and/or smut while IC for their cosplay?
Basically, I'd love to see Japan inviting America over to cosplay, and America pulling off an extremely awesome one. Japan and America's relationship can be anything, from friendship to bromance to lovers.
Bonus 1: America uses his technological know-how to pull off something jaw-droppingly impressive.
Bonus 2: If they're friends only, mentions of their respective significant others
Bonus 3: If they're lovers, PDA for yaoi fangirls and/or smut while IC for their cosplay?
There's a lot of fanon that says that France and Germany are married because of their cooperation within the European Union, but I'm more interested in seeing more of them just being friends. I'd really like to see their friendship develop from the European Coal and Steel Community onward, but if that's too much, then even just them hanging out would be awesome, too.
I also apologize ahead of time if this has been requested before and I've missed it!
I also apologize ahead of time if this has been requested before and I've missed it!
This would be cool. There are very few friendship prompts here, and none have ever involved these two.
So Western Europe's been jumping in and out of each other's beds for centuries, and they get pretty hot and heavy. Experienced England finally beds inexperienced America, and of course they're all sniggering about virgin America and how much his ass must be hurting and reminiscing about how kinky England really gets.
Next world meeting: America strolls out looking bored, certainly not limping. Why? He could hardly feel England. England IS 1/75th his size. (3,794,101(USA sq.miles)/50,346(England sq.miles)
This is obviously a cracky request. Bonus if the line "When are you going to start?" /"I'm already all the way in."
Next world meeting: America strolls out looking bored, certainly not limping. Why? He could hardly feel England. England IS 1/75th his size. (3,794,101(USA sq.miles)/50,346(England sq.miles)
This is obviously a cracky request. Bonus if the line "When are you going to start?" /"I'm already all the way in."
Seconded
America tries Russia for A REAL MAN'S MEAT (if it depends on landmassXD)
America tries Russia for A REAL MAN'S MEAT (if it depends on landmassXD)
Fanart: http://i56.tinypic.com/30csr49.jpg
Story behind this, please.And just what (or who) they're aiming the lasers at. :O)
Story behind this, please.
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